July 16

Larry and saw went up the hill.
to cut a few little trees.
 
Knowing not it would soon be thwarted,
by a nest of  bees.
 
Hark, the herald angels sing and I believe I heard them!  After getting stung one time on the top of my head,  and seeing a whole passel of bee's flying around a place in the ground near where the tree I cut had been standing, I calmly pushed the off switch and left the area.  Put the saw back into it's box and drove home.  There I put the saw up and went into the house.  My palms and fingers was so itchy I could hardly stand it!  My feet itched too.  Because of a reaction to a sting on my hand over two years ago where my whole arm swelled up and stayed that way for three days, I told Glenda we might need to make a visit to the emergency room in Osage Beach.
 
The hands including between the fingers was itching unmercifully along with my feet and toes.  My complete body turned wet with perspiration.  Glenda gave me two Benadryl capsules so I sat down to wait for them to work their magic.  Instead my lips began to swell, I developed a rash on the insides of both arms up to my arm pits and also a rash across my stomach.  My eyes became blood red and my whole head and neck began to throb and itch.  My breathing got raspy, my hands swelled and indigestion set in.  I was a mess and in wet clothes!
 
We went to the emergency room after stopping at the fire station to see if they had a bee kit or whatever it's called.  He said they were not allowed to make injections but he would call an ambulance.  When we told him that we would just go on over to the emergency room at Osage Beach he asked if we had a cell phone.  He told us of a possible shock reaction that could swell and constrict my breathing passages.  We might need to call for help before we got there.  That along with the raspy breathing and the shortness of breath fairly well scared both Glenda and I.  She warned me as we drove off that I WAS NOT TO GO INTO ANY KIND OF SHOCK!
 
At the emergency room they started an IV and ran several medicines through it.  I think one was a liquid Benadryl but I'm not sure.  After laying there for almost two hours where my blood pressure dropped as low as 102/53 the swelling of my lips seemed to lessen and most of the itching stopped.  They let us go with a prescription for Prednisone which we had filled and came home. 
 
They did say that reactions to another sting would come a lot faster and I took it to be that they would be worse too.  They wouldn't give me a prescription for a bee sting kit anyway.  I have to see my own doctor which is on the list for August 18.  They also praised Glenda for giving me the two Benadryl capsules. 
 
Things began to get better yesterday evening and this morning there are no signs of the trauma at all.
 
The most terrible results of the trauma will soon be evident when we receive it in the mail in the form of a bill.......
 
I'm wanting to slip back up there and pour gasoline down the hole but the rain and Glenda are preventing me getting my revenge.  Heck, they may be saving my life.
 
After cutting the tree and getting stung I realized one of the truest forms of "cut and run" but I held it to a slow pace not wanting to get the stuff flowing thru my system any faster that it was.  I can hardly believe that a tiny bee that couldn't shoot me but with a very tiny amount of stuff could cause so much reaction.
 
Unfortunately I gained three pounds that I'll credit all the medicine they poured into me along with the days inactivity.
 
Because of the rain I guess it's back to the old Tread Mill.
 
"All's well that ends well"  And here is the end.  Say, it did provide a subject for this typing.  What a deal!